Lyric Embassy Row

Old intuition -- on your dock we re fishin
Come on now, give us a grade
A for effort, and a B for delivery
C for devotion when the world starts encroaching on your plans
Where is the savoir, where is the savoir -- he s not here right now
Where is the savoir, where is the savoir-faire?

Embassy row -- the fumes they lay low
On lanes that are wide -- where the limousines glide
On the wrought-iron gates and the bone china plates
And don t forget your manners where the anthems play

In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
I m gonna take the crown, I m gonna take the crown
I m gonna take the crown, I m gonna take a crown

Maids, they are frisked -- and asses are kissed
I needed a visa -- I bought off a geezer
Political favors could make you a savior
In an open corner where the news is late

In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
I m gonna take the crown, I m gonna take the crown
I m gonna take a crown, I m gonna take a crown

I need to get born, I need to get dead
I m sick of the forms, I m sick of being misread
By men in dashikis and their lefist weeklies
Colonized wrath -- their shining new path
The converted castle of moorish design
If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn t mind
The plots they are hatching, the surface is scratching
In an open corner where the news is late

In a netherland of foreign beads
In a netherland of foreign beads
In a netherland of foreign beads
I m gonna take you down, I m gonna take the crown
I m gonna take the crown, I m gonna take the crown
I m gonna take the crown, I m gonna take the crown
I m gonna take the crown, I m gonna take the crown